'What are you doing here?'

'I was passing by in the rain and thought I might make the most of the lodgings.' He shrugged, unconcerned about the ethical consideration of breaking into someone's place.

'How did you get in? The door wasn't forced.'

'Didn't need to be. Had a key.'

'You left the door unlocked.'

'How careless of me.'

'How do you have a key to Buckingham's flat?'

He didn't answer straight away. His glance elsewhere told Athos all he needed to know. 'We know you're not alone. We've already seen her.'

'Well then I don't have to lie to you.' Another shrug.

'So how did you get in?'

'She had the key.'

'How?'

'She has her ways.' He smirked slightly. Athos caught the inference. 'Buckingham's mistress?'

Rochefort raised an eyebrow. 'You need a wife in order to have a mistress. Buckingham is not fortunate with the ladies. He has no need of a wife.' The musketeers got the hint.

'So you don't know where the diamonds are?'

'No, I don't deal with diamonds or any other precious items; I don't know anything about them. I only crashed here for the night.' Rochefort was bored of the conversation now. He looked past them towards the bed. Athos took it to mean he wanted to get back to it and the lady in it. If he didn't know anything about the diamonds they would have to leave. He signalled to the others.

'Sorry to have bothered you.'

A movement from the other side of the room drew their attention. The lady was stirring with a sigh, sitting up languidly, a sleeve slipping slightly from her white shoulder. She opened her eyes to find four men in the room. She smiled, registering surprise for just a moment.

'Good morning.' Said she.

'I didn't realise we had company. I would have gotten up earlier and made an effort. And I thought you preferred women.' This she directed at a grinning Rochefort. 'Has that changed all of a sudden now that three men in uniforms are here?' She demanded playfully.

The musketeers were confused, they were certain Rochefort was having a relationship with Buckingham's...what was she? Surely he wasn't...?

Rochefort read their minds. He grinned.

'I'm not that way inclined. But I knew you thought that about me.' He teased. Porthos breathed a quiet sigh of relief. He wasn't sure how to handle that.

'The lady...' Aramis gestured to her. Rochefort raised his eyebrows again; he knew what it looked like, them sharing a bed together.

'We're platonic.'